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Fuck. I’m sure the entire corridor can hear me moan right now, and I couldn't care less.

“Constance, if you don’t want to feel my knot, you need to tell me now,” Louis says on his next punishing thrust.

It takes me a second to understand what he means. He’s about to come.

I would lie if what he read to me hasn’t lived rent-free in my mind since that day, and so I grab his butt cheeks and contract my pussy around him.

“Oh god,” he says before I feel him tense, and then I press my fingers until my nails leave little indents in his ass cheeks, keeping him against me.

He shivers and then tenses again, releasing a silent scream as he looks up to the ceiling. And then I feel it.

First, the sensation of him emptying himself inside of me, and his cum already trying to slip outside of me, and then the part at the base of his cock that feels tighter and tighter inside of me, like it’s trying to test the limit of my body.

That’s when I realize my second orgasm has stopped some time ago, because as his knot starts swelling, my pleasure does too.

And fuck, it feels so good.

I’m panting, and pleasure doesn’t have time to build up. I feel like I’m about to explode again already.

As if he knows exactly what I need, Louis drops his left hand on my clit, rubs a few times in a tight circle, and just like that the light turns off in my mind, and all I can see are stars.

And then nothing but bliss.

“That was amazing,” I say when I’m finally back to earth, my voice is all broken, and I feel like my body is too.

“Don’t move,” Louis tells me, though, and I realize why when I look at his face.

He looks to be in pain, so I look down at where our bodies meet.

We’re still locked together.

Why is this so hot?

“Are you in pain?” I ask him, slowly realizing it might be a completely different sensation for him.

“Not really,” he answers, but his tone contradicts his words until he adds. “I’m just trying not to come a second time so we don’t get stuck longer.”

Wait. What? He can come again?

"Don't do that,” he says with a hiss, and I realize knowing he can come again made me so hot that I clamped around him.

“Just tell me one thing, and I’ll stop.”

“Yes?” he asks, and his voice is strained.

“Can you hear anyone in this corridor?”

He shakes his head.

“In the school?”

He takes a second to shift one of his ears and then shakes his head.

I tip my hips up and contract around him.

“How about you make me scream your name and make me come again?” I ask. “If there’s no one around, we might as well enjoy the extent of your detention.”

A very hungry smile spreads on Louis's lips, and I almost regret saying that.